12/01/2026
Myself and the Foundation course in kinesiology get a shout out here!
I think it is something that is underestimated: you are indeed learning the most phenomenal techniques for friends, family and clients BUT you are receiving them all too, as we workshop them on one another every weekend.
Some of my biggest health and well being shifts in my life took place on the foundation course, and I'm clearly not alone.
So if you're ready to change, grow and thrive - all with a cohort of other like minded people supporting you - then check out my next course starting in April: https://www.louisekinesiology.co.uk/KiTE-Courses/I6.htm
I’ve been reflecting on the past year of learning and how it has changed me.
I started my kinesiology training this time last year, and rollercoaster doesn’t quite cover it. Our tutor, Louise, did tell us that although we had signed up because we wanted to help others, what would also happen is we ourselves would become more balanced and in better health as a result of the learning. And she was not wrong.
I now have daily practices.
Supplements I actually take.
Movement woven into my days.
Naps taken without guilt (a personal revolution). I look and feel better. And I’m more positive. Yes, I know, I was already annoyingly positive but now it’s a peaceful, calm positivity rather than a sparkly deflection.
And one of the biggest learnings? I have to speak when I feel annoyed, frustrated, or bitter. Not always to the person who triggered it but to someone who can listen and help me process. Sometimes that’s a friend, sometimes a colleague, sometimes family. Being “fine” is no longer the goal. Being allowed to feel and express my emotions, safely, is.
I live by my Reiki principles, and I’ve fallen deeply in love with this Japanese word “Gaman” meaning endurance with dignity. Not loud resilience. Quiet dignity.
And honestly that’s the real magic. The real transformation.
Not a perfectly healed life, but the balance between a perfectly human one and imperfect living.
Showing up, wobbling, resting, speaking, laughing, feeling it all, without needing to fix or polish it away.
That quiet place where dignity meets mess. Where growth isn’t loud. Where balance doesn’t mean flawless, it means true.
That’s the good stuff. The kind that actually sticks.